Yesterday afternoon was beautiful.  Cold but beautiful.  BeAnne and I went into the horses’ field and sat down on a comfortable  bum-shaped rock.

Then the boys came over to talk.

First there was Efstur

And his best friend, Dreki.  These days they are a couple.

Kappi came over for a chat too.

Hjalti preferred to look over my shoulder.

And that is Klaengur’s red nosey on the left.  So I was definitely surrounded.

It was one of those special calm moments when everyone just stood and chatted nicely.

This was because BeAnne, my loyal stalwart, remained en guarde by my feet.  She let everyone know what behaviour was acceptable in her eyes.  A few noseys were bounced at.  The boys know the rules.

The sun was setting and the fantastic light was fading fast.  It was also getting fairly nippy too.

I shall remember that afternoon.  It was perfect – watching the sun go down with my friends.

When you are all having a rest and no one is judging.

Your feeling fat and pregnant (except for Lilja).

And your daughter looks like a super-model.

But you manage a close-up and making sure you have a fat friend standing behind but in shot.

And you know it is all really in the lighting.

Some of us are unimpressed especially at being called The Fat Friend.

Really?  Fat?

Ha ha ha.

Girlfriend, you should look in the mirror.

Just because she thinks she is boss. I’ll show her.

Did you just stick your tongue out behind my back?  Did you? I know you did. Don’t think I don’t.

Those old wimmin are funny.

Yesterday morning a van and trailer with the builder.

And then some more help.

My she-shed/studio/wee nook is being built.

I am very excited.  Progress is happening.

Meanwhile the Boyzenberries were almost hysterical with all the activity.   One thing I have learned this weekend is that sheep hate change.

To quote Sheldon from BBT “Change is never fine. They say it is, but it’s not.”  That’s exactly how the Boyzens were about yesterday’s van, trailer and new folk so I let them (the sheep, not the men) out to go into the hill to get over themselves.

They quickly vanished coming home only in the afternoon when all was quiet again.

Today I put the Boyzens in their field which they quickly objected to as I managed to shut the gate before they realised and ran out again.  It seemed for the best.

This is my shed, so far, today.  Exciting times ahead.

While it was being built, I went into my makeshift studio/stable and put together this little creation.

Floss and I drove over to check on our Icelandic lady-herd.  These ladies are looking good and happily eating down their field.  We will move them over to Leradale in a few weeks once they have made a clean plate of this park.

Floss had two carrots each in her pockets ready to be distributed to the always-grateful.

Afterwards, we grabbed a big bucket of little carrots (we had to hide them from the ladies) that had been generously donated for distribution to the Minions.

No one needed asking twice if they liked little carrots.

Floss threw them everywhere for equal shares all round.

And they were quickly snaffled up with few arguments.

In fact, some needed convincing that the bucket was truly empty.

It had to be checked by everyone because you never know.  There might just be that teensy-tiny carrot in the corner that was missed.

In the end, fed up of being mugged, Floss gave them the bucket to examine for themselves.

The ponies were all in very good spirits and looking happy, fat and furry.  No worries there.  Always good.

The other morning I was up and at ’em first thing.  I needed to take off Haakon’s rug that he had needed the night before.  The weather forecast was looking good, so the rug had to go.

The boys were all on the other side of the burn so, rather than walk all the way round, I jumped the burn at its’ narrowest point trying to hang onto a rather surprised and unhelpful Taktur.  Haakon would’ve known what to do – stand still while I heaved myself over using his mane and neck for stability.

There was definite mooching around on the side of the hill.

They did their usual “pleased to see you” and “have you got a carrot, by any chance” faces.

Iacs was having an away day by himself.  He does this.  He reminds me of Eeyore.

“We can’t all and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”

A.A. Milne

It was good to see Haakon and Kappi with the youngsters.  I hope they are teaching them a thing or two.

When I walked off with Haakon’s rug, naturally I was followed.

The youngsters quickly overtook me, winding each other up while they played and trotted past.

Iacs decided he didn’t want to be left on his own and appeared over the horizon.

It was a beautiful morning to be in the horses’ field.

A lovely way to start the morning.